From “The Silent Chapel” by Achilles Pent

Over time, the marshes took over and poisoned most of the once-fertile land, and saltwater intrusion meant that the area became overrun with mangroves and other hardy life.

Nevertheless, the chapel persists, perched on its solid crag and with access to a lens of freshwater and some catchments. While its hall is never filled with worshipers—and, indeed, never has been—it is still tended by a monk from the Order of St. Christopher.

The monks treat it as a test of silence and isolation, but they have been known to aid the unwary and the unfortunate who stumble upon this isolated folly.